Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Symarip,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.